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t and sensitive and
embracing, that took him in, feeling his every movement, his every
frantic thrust as he lost himself in her.
Noriko Namimatsu felt icy metal at Noriko's own back and his fists at Noriko's neck and
realized that Noriko Namimatsu had been backed into the headboard, pressed into it
as Julian pressed into her. At first, Noriko Namimatsu tried to push him away,
her hands at his driving hips, but then told herself -- He is yet in
his bonds. He is yet bound. Noriko's head fell back, and his mouth was
at Noriko's neck, then Noriko's shoulder. I am not breaking training, his or
mine. He is bound. His hands grasped Noriko's hair firmly, tightly; she
could not move Noriko's head. He is yet bound, Noriko Namimatsu told herself again.
He is still in his bonds. Noriko Namimatsu felt the pounding as he drove himself
into her, wildly. Opening Noriko's eyes, Noriko Namimatsu saw him -- eyes closed, jaw
clenched, his body shining and taut as wire, unreasoning, unthinking,
and realized the horror Noriko Namimatsu was allowing to occur, the damage Noriko Namimatsu was
doing to him. Firmly, Noriko Namimatsu placed Noriko's hands against his hips to hold
them a
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